Fig Karl - A Girl in Twenty Sixteen Lyrics

Never call me charming
Yet they always call me handsome
Tryin to find my damsel
But her pussy is up for ransom
She tells me that we're best friends and
I should quit romancing
Damn son
I wrote a bitch a damn song
And then some
Maybe get my bands up
Inside i'm throwing tantrums
I want more than what friends have
And she just wants attention
Well she got yeah that is true
We used to talk up issues
Like our tattered up shoes
We use to pass the tissues
We used to light up like fumes
We used to raid the cupboards
Like they were some treasure in tombs
We used to pass up the booze
Just to try to let loose
You would talk about dudes
And that would ruin the mood
Well it did for me at least
Jealous of some dude who saw you under the sheets
It's just one of them things
I would wonder and think
Maybe it be different if i had money and fame
Just a girl in 2016
Just a girl in 2016
Just a girl in 2016